a/n dedicated to Lovisa [lowi], because she's amazing, amd it's her anniversary! Happy belated anniversary, love =]
Warning! This chapter contains a homosexual relationship between two women. If you feel uncomfortable with that, please don't continue reading. Many thanks.
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Her hands trace a map on her skin, darting like fireflies in the valley of her waist, dancing along the curve of her stomach and coming to rest.
"Kiss me," she murmurs, because even though it's freezing cold and she's pretty sure that one of her girlfriend's cousins is spying on them from the top of the hill, it's also Christmas, and didn't that old explorer say something about sharing body heat to keep warm? Roxanne doesn't respond, and simply tilts her head to rest on Phoebe's now bare shoulders, where her sleeve has slipped down her arm.
"Lie down with me instead," Roxanne replies sleepily, though how she can feel tired when they're lying on an icy patch of snow is beyond Phoebe, who sighs and trains her eyes on an icicle hanging from the lowest branch of a leafless tree nearby.
"I guess you'll just have to miss out on your surprise, then," she teases, shifting her gaze to Roxanne's face, satisfied when the girl's eyes flick open immediately. She can never resist surprises; she has to know anything and everything, and nothing irks her more than information she knows is being purposely withheld from her.
"There's a surprise?" Roxanne asks suspiciously, though her eyes look curiously in the direction of the house, where she is sure her surprise is hidden.
"Yep." She ignores Roxanne's pleading face with the restraint of someone with years of practice, but can't help relenting when the girl reaches up and strokes the hollow between Phoebe's ear and her skin, a spot that inexplicably weakens her.
"Here," she says, pulling the tiniest sprig of mistletoe from where she has hidden it in the snow, and holding it aloft where the crimson berries glisten starkly against their ashen surroundings.
"Mistletoe. You can never take no for an answer, can you?" Roxanne questions with a roll of her eyes, though the smile on her face betrays the fact that she kind of loves it when Phoebe wants her like that.
"I can't help loving you this much," Phoebe replies, dropping the mistletoe in the snow again and kissing her girlfriend soundly, because even though it's freezing cold and Louis is still up on that hill, it's Christmas and she loves her too much to care about anything else.
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